Why writing and knitting are the same.... you drop ONE stitch/thread and the whole damn thing falls apart.
After a week of eating only unprocessed foods, a wheat-free peanut granola bar with an unsweetened iced coffee (light with soy milk) is comparable to a trip to Serendipity's.
Children going through processed-food/sugar withdrawal at the full moon are highly emotional.
Mom's going through processed-food/sugar withdrawal at the full moon are highly emotional.
"The Blog of War" is an amazing read, if one can stop crying long enough to focus on the words and don't mind the occasional implication that 'liberal' is a dirty word.
When the grass grows three inches a day and the husband is working 18 hours a day, it's time to hire a lawn service.
Babysitters are a myth.
If the husband is going to get called out of town for work, it WILL be during summer break, when there is neither school nor Mother's Day Out and there are no babysitters (see above).
Last night I went to my first blue belt class in over a year! I'd been playing catch-up in the white/yellow belt classes but eventually one does have to suck it up and learn something.
The warmup consisted of sparring and at the last round I had to bite the bullet and partner the kick-ass black belt sifu who, I felt, showed his quality as a teacher by NOT wiping the floor with my sorry self. He was actually able to spar educationally, which is really hard. Yay him.
Then the sifu du jour continued the warming up with a series of frog leaps interspersed with deep knee bends. After that we had a short water break, during which time I had a brief chat with Master Joe about the kids and, partway through a sentence, my right leg just... folded. It went wet spaghetti on me and I had to catch myself on a nearby Foo dog statue. I laughed like a loon.
Fortunately, the sifu du jour noticed and had me work on sparring techniques and short katas for the remainder of the night, rather than attempt Bird, which involves much leaping in the air and landing in a deep bow and reverse bow stances. I was very grateful.
Now, Wednesday, it's back to Chen style Tai Chi, which is also hard on the legs, but such a good workout!
It's possible that five days of no significant adult contact is bad for a person.
sings "Max and Ruby... Ruby and Max... Max and Ruby... Ruby and her little brother Max...: Transformers - Robots in Disguise..."
Ah but the throat is sore from telling certain short people to "Put your shoes away, put the backpack in the box... stop chasing the cat.." and, for the six zillionth time, "CHEW WITH YOUR MOUTH CLOSED!"
between accepting with joy and falling into sorrow.
My dear sister-in-law has finally HEARD the words, "the tumor is growing". Many of us in the immediate circle have known this for some time but you can't make a person know something. You can't.
So it's finally an acceptance of "this is what is happening and it's not going to get better."
When I got the news of her acceptance (she's finally calling for hospice care), it was possible to slide down the slope to despair. I saw it, I felt it and I looked at it but I didn't do it. I said "Now they can really live every day" and that's where I left it.
Not that I'm all that, or anything. The yawning, gaping pit of depression is there. It's hovering over my shoulder and waiting for the time I'm alone in the car or I hear the wrong song or read certain books. But that's then and this is now. So I'll put my daughter to bed and go plant some more ground cover and (hopefully) write some keepable stuff in the book.
That's all I got. Just bone-deep, forcing myself into the next minute t-i-r-e-d.
Please, oh, please, let the children sleep well, tonight.
... but I feel I should inform those who may care that our email host server is experiencing technical difficulties. If anyone has sent an email and not gotten a reply, it's just that I haven't received it. Probably not going to for, James tells me, several days.
If no one at all has sent an email then, please, disregard this post. Completely. Pretend it never happened. Erase, erase, erase. I didn't mean to presume or imply that I should be receiving scads of email from anyone other than Blockbuster, 1-800-Flowers or Priceline.
So, you know, just... go about your evenings and... oh, never mind.
stolen meme from ladyjoust (who got it from someone else)
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.
How are you feeling today?
Steaming, Sarah McLachlan
How do your friends see you?
Dark Waltz, Hayley Westenra
"We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the colour runs together..."
Will you get married?
Papa was a Rolling Stone, Rockapella
ahhh, I don't know what to say
What is your best friend's theme song?
Zoot Suit Riot!, Cherry Poppin' Daddies
What is the story of your life?
Lonely No More, yes, it's Rob Thomas (I can be pretty shallow)
What was high school like?
Let's Not Say Good-bye, Raul Malo
How can you get ahead in life?
Egyptian in the Night, Nuttin' But Stringz
I don't think going to Cairo is the way for me...
What is the best thing about your friends?
Leaving of Liverpool, Crimson Pirates
"..it's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, but me darlin' when I think of thee..."
What is tonight going to be like?
Rhubarb Pie (Hot Commodity), Laurie Berkner
"the rhubarb pie was a hot commodity"
what else is there to say?
What is in store for the remainder of this weekend?
"When in Rome" Nickel Creek
"Where can a sick man go...?"
What song describes you?
Ice, Sarah Maclaclan
To describe your grandparents?
Breathe (2AM) Ana Nalick
How is your life going?
This is a big inspiration song in writing, "24 hours to tie up loose ends, to make amends"
What song will they play at your funeral?
Angel, Sarah (again) Maclachlan
I don't know what to say about this trend
How does the world see you?
Struggle, Nuttin' But Stringz
'my destiny is almost here, so many struggles, so many dreams shattered, just because you don't agree with what I do? Time for us to stand up..."
Will you have a happy life?
Libertango, Yoyo Ma
I'll take that as a yes, and a no, and a yes
What do your friends really think of you?
Philadelphia Chickens, The Bacon Brothers (album of the same name)
Do people secretly lust after you?
Concerto Grosso in C Minor Op. 6, No. 8, "fatto Per la Notte Di Na Tale," Christopher Gordon, "Master and Commander" soundtrack
How can you make yourself happy?
Catalyst, Ana Nalick
What should you do with your life?
Will you ever have children?
I already did, but
Black Horse and the Cherry Tree, KT Tunstall
And that just filled the time it took the pizza to heat.
Yes, it's time for the randomly chosen annual "Mr. TV Needs a Vacation" week.
Being down to about three viewing hours per week, it's not a hardship for the adults but the kids... well, it's always tough the first day. Wish me luck!
... today I do my impersonation of a no-talent hack. Saying this allows me to take control of the hackdom, enjoy it for the brainless superficiality that it is and spit it back into the void like a strip of overchewed Beechnut gum. Ptooi!
Ioan Gruffudd, along with Hayden Panatierre, Julia Roberts, Emily Watson, William Dafoe and quite a few others are starting filming of the drama "Fireflies in the Garden" here in Austin, next Tuesday.